Lion Head Mesa Tréla

Yes, a hunter, he answered again with a slow nod. He could be more than a hunter, but I have only seen him do that. In the meadow- was it the meadow? By the creek, he continued with a thoughtful frown. Out there, Arsenio gestured to the wilds with a daft nod of his head and a deep chuckle that bounced his shoulders.

When the Pharaoh turned his questions to Shoko, the Greek man grinned at him. The expression upon his features was serene, despite the intense presence of the mesa’s ruler.

Had Shoko been more of a risktaker, Arsenio believed they might have been able to take the Pharaoh there, on the border of his own claim, and pull the life from his throat with their fangs. He thought of Tamar’s statement to him, that Pharaoh’s death would mean the death of his Fellahin. The mercenary was not so certain.

He hummed lightly as the other two men conversed.

You may both skip over me to keep this prompt. <3